A/N: Ok so, this is gonna be a loooong ride. For anyone who doesn't want to commit time to the series and wait for chapters, which will probably be updated on a biweekly - monthly basis, and for those who don't want to get too attached to characters, I advise you stay away. Meanwhile, for those of you who stayed, this story's gonna go from the beginning of Destiny 1, through all the expansions, and then Destiny 2. By the time this is fully completed up to Forsaken, Year 3 will be out. Will also update it to fit year 3. Lotta commitment, but I love the series, so it's worth it.

Let me tell you a story.

A story of when the light fell, the first apocalypse of humanity, the lingering sense of danger now estilled in the solar system. The slaying of great gods and hunt for beings of great power. The rise and fall of heroes and the dangers and wars they've fought. The personal regrets they have, the loved ones they lost. The stories of the sunbreakers, their archives and their lost ways. Hidden heroes and traitors that few even remember. Countless stories for the telling, stored within the elongated passages of my brain.

But every story has a beginning

And this, is mine.

The ghost floated around, carelessly humming a tune as she scanned through the rubbles of the Cosmodrome. Many guardians were found and resurrected here, or she heard from her friends. Everywhere she went though, there were just leftover husks of the stasis pods that held the survivors of humanity. She was used to this by now though. Being given up by guardians, returning to the vanguard, searching for a new guardian, it had almost become a routine for her.

Her scanner couldn't find anything. Sighing, she wrote another log in her electronic journal.

Day 104, 5/2/14.

Still no luck. All the stasis pods were empty, and the filled ones had filthy humans that I wouldn't even come close to touching. Why am I always the one getting the short end of the stick? My friends all have great guardians that they're attached to. Is it the shell? I always thought green wasn't my color…

The ghost, unknowing and unaware, was being stalked by shadowy figures. Hiding behind rusted cars, broken poles, and withered trees, them and their four eyed brethren stared at the ghost with hungering lust for her light. The leader of this pack, a captain, just had its ship shot down by a guardian. Reeling from the loss of his ship and many crew members, he gathered up the rest of his crew to hunt the ghost and feed on its light. The surviving dregs, vandals, and marauders moved closer, silent and crouched. They waited in position.

The captain gave the signal.

The marauders rushed forward with great stride and speed, slashing at the unwavering ghost, until one slices it in half. Crying out in victory, it bends down to collect it's prize, when it noticed something odd.

The ghost's shell was black.

Startled, the marauder sworn that he just saw a green one floating. He looked inside the shell.

Nothing.

Roaring in fury, it brought the shell back to the captain, screaming in the native tongue of the Eliksni, until the captain hit it hard across the face. The Eliksni had a heightened sense of smell, and could still track the light metallic smell of the ghost. The crew, lead by the captain, rushed down a small opening which lead to an underground sewage way, long drained and barren.

Even though its crew were infuriated at the loss of a healthy ghost, the captain, in fact, was pleased. This got his crew riled up and filled with spirit to hunt. This would increase their survivability against guardians if they ran into them. The more furious the Eliksni, the harder and stronger they fight.

Meanwhile, on the other hand, the ghost wasn't exactly having a pleasant time.

The ghost rushed down the many elongated, wide tunnels, flashing her scanner everywhere she went.

"Please," she thought as she kept getting more and more lost. "Someone, please help me. I don't even care who it is, I just need anyone who would accept me to protect me."

Getting to a dead end, she tried to break her way out. Breathless and frightened, she found an especially dark corner and hid there. The moss and moist air didn't help her feel any more comfortable, but it did make her harder to find. Thinning her scanner, she went along the walls of the tunnel, looking for any small section to get out. Her eye opened wide, astonished. A small hole, probably dug out by rodents, was on the other side of the tunnel. She was about to float over, when she heard a loud thud. Frantically finding a way to stay hidden, she turned off her scanner and turned to face the wall.

The captain had fond memories of hunting with his old crew when he was still a young dreg. As they went along the tunnels, he told stories of his adventures and greatest feats to the dregs that survived and were new to his crew. Even the Eliksni had their own tales and stories to share. As he was in the middle of telling how his old captain tore off the arm of an exo guardian and attached it to his own body during the fight, a marauder scurried along back to report that he saw some flashing light in the tunnel. Ushering everyone silent, the captain got on all fours and crawled along the ground. His crew followed.

One of the dregs accidentally knocked over an empty can. The captain hissed at it to stay silent as it begged for forgiveness in the Eliksni tongue. They eventually ended up at the dead end that the ghost hid herself in, and thought nothing of it. The marauder pointed out that the ghost had a green shell, and could easily be hiding in the moss, but the captain was fed up with his complaining up until then, so he scolded him and told the crew to check the other dead ends in the tunnel. The marauder mumbled, looked back at the moss piles one last time, and left.

The ghost gasped and took deep breaths as she slowly moved away from the moss pile. After checking to make sure all the Fallen were gone, she hastily floated into the tunnel and kept going. She was afraid of using her scanner, in case it attracts animals or the Fallen. Keeping silent and floating forward for what seemed like an eternity, she finally found what seemed to be a small dug out hatch. She had no idea what was underneath the hatch, but it was better than going out and facing the Fallen. Mustering up her strength, she lifted up the hatch and quickly flew in before it closed again. The hatch made a loud creak as it opened and made a sharp slamming noise as it closed. Cursing under her breath, she turned on her scanner to see where she was.

It was a dimly lit room with few working lamps and a small overhead light. The room had metal walls and thin concrete ceiling/floor. It was built almost like a bunker. There were, however, many nice, but old furniture. The design was somewhat steampunk and reminded the ghost of golden age technology. There was dust everywhere, and the electricity was barely working. Unkempt wires were everywhere and a small computer screen flickers from time to time. The ghost began searching around for any way to contact the tower for help, or any potential cloak or mask, or anything she could hide under.

She began poking around the bookshelf, when she noticed a small lever on the side of the top shelf. She floated up and flicked it. The bookshelf gave a groan and then stopped. Confused, she went around the room looking for the rest of the levers. While she was looking, she was disappointed to find no stasis pods. If she didn't get out soon, she may die in the bunker alone, since there was no way she could leave the bunker from the main entrance, since the Fallen would definitely catch her. She used her scanner on the lever, and ran a program to allow her to scan the whole room for similar objects. One behind the bed, and the last on the side of the computer.

After flicking the one behind the bed, she floated over to the computer. It was quite old, with a blue screen that flicked the words: 'Microsoft' from time to time. She flicked the switch on the side of the computer, and waited.

At first nothing happened, and the ghost was an impatient one. She then very childishly threw herself on the bed and started to complain to seemingly no one.

"Of course the stupid switches don't work!" she moaned as she rolled around and tore the old moth eaten sheets.

"Why do these situations always happen to me? I wish I had a guardian…They'd know what to do in this situation. Not having a good physical body sucks!"

In the midst of her yelling, a secret door opened in the corner of the bunker, very small, just large enough to fit one human at a time. But while she was yelling, a different attention was being direct towards her.

The captain made some makeshift benches and started a small fire by shooting some arc projectiles at some driftwood they found in the tunnels. Cutting down some naturally grown trees, they made a small campout. His crew didn't really mind, but they always question why the captain was so lax all the time. Most Fallen are more vicious than their very open minded, carefree captain, but what they don't realize is that their captain has been a captain for a very long time. The captain has seen many things, killed many ghosts, beaten many guardians. This was nothing new to it. It wasn't particularly old, it simply had a lot of knowledge. The captain began telling another story to the wideyed dregs and the vandals just sighed as they heard the same stories over and over. The marauders patrolled the area.

One marauder didn't want to give up the hunt on the ghost. It continued to search that moss patched dead end, scowling as it thought of the scolding it got from its captain. It made a cackle when it thought of the look of the other Eliksni faces when it brought back the ghost, after consuming its light. Then it'll get the captain to apologize and-

Suddenly, he heard a loud cry, and it was definitely not an Eliksni. It was more robust. More feminine.

Like a ghost.

It began searching the walls for a way to reach the ghost, when it came across the tiny tunnel. It could tell with one look that it wouldn't fit through, but driven by determination, it began to dig out the tunnel with its bare hands. The worn stone came off rather quickly and fueled by the desire of victory, the marauder dug fast and expertly.

He would be there in no time.

After a short break on the bed, the ghost got up and began searching again. Finding nothing, she pouts and knocks over some books, when she heard it.

Digging.

As the slow realization comes to her, she quickly panics. Looking for a place to hide was impossible. Her green outer shell wouldn't fit anywhere, and the only other shell she had stored was a really pretty crystal one, which she didn't want to get damaged (It was given to her by the speaker, and was signed too~!), but what other choice did she have?

She put on the new crystal husk and put down the green shell under the covers of the bed, hoping to buy some time to escape. She looks to the four corners of the room, and there she sees the door that had opened earlier. Rushing in, she slammed the door close and turned the lock. As soon as she turns her back to the door, she heard an old creaking noise.

The Fallen had found her.

Concealing herself by hiding her light, she turned off every visible source of light there was in the room, and only dimly flashed her scanner. Looking around her, this was probably a hidden weapons compartment. In here were some almost mint condition weapons stored in cryo-containers, and made with high quality as well. Not like she could use them of course. Flashing her scanner across weapons, she began to store their data in her mainframe, so that when she escapes she can get her next guardian here to get all the loot. Maybe they'll keep her for that.

"These are all decently high quality guns!" she whispered to herself as she went down the room. Her eye and scanner eventually lead her to a large, round oval like shape. It was dusty and had a small glass door attached.

It was a stasis pod.

Overjoyed, but scared for her life, she controlled her excitement and approached the pod. Looking inside, she was startled by the man in the pod.

He was decently sized, at least 6 foot was her guess, strong muscles but not burly, good frame, not too lean either. He had a handsome face. Sharp nose, pale lips from being in the stasis pod, Skin was pale from being in the stasis pod, and had spiky blue hair.

"Strange", She thought as she examined the pod. "I thought humans didn't have blue hair. Maybe this one's dyed."

She was quite happy with the human she found, and the light emanating from her body was satisfied too. Although she had no idea if they would just bail on her and leave, she was willing to take the risk. She flashed her stored light at the pod, and performed resurrection on the human inside. The marauder, sensing the light within, screeched loudly and banged on the door even harder. The ghost closed her eye and prayed for the resurrection to have worked.

The stasis pods' door started to release pressure. Ice cold fog rolled out of the pod as the door elevated itself and dim lights flashed out from the pod. The door swung open and at first, it seemed like nothing would happen. The ghost was about to give up, when she saw a twitching hand come out and grasp the side of the pod.

The resurrection worked. The human had woken up.

Groaning, the young male stood up and blinked. Looking around him, he was in a dank room with barely any lights, and a few small container looking things that held light weaponry inside. Confused at where he was, he stood up, feeling a sharp pain in his side, he reached down and grabbed something metallic and smooth. It felt nice to hold, somehow making him feel warm inside. Curious about the object, he turned it around, and to his surprise, finds a tiny flashlight in it that seems to move on its own.

"Hey, hey! Yea, you! Put me down! I didn't resurrect you for you to grope me, ok?" The ghost pouted as she wiggled in the young guardian's hands.

The guardian, take aback by the fact that this floaty thing was talking to him, let it go and mumbled an apology.

"Sorry, I didn't know you had a consciousness. But uh, that aside, where am I? And who are you?"

"Look, we don't really have time to be explaining this. All you need to know is that there's a crazy alien guy outside who wants to murder us both, so grab a weapon here and just-"

Before the ghost could finish speaking, the door came slamming down. Instinctively, the young guardian ducks and slides behind a storage cell. Hearing strange noises, he holds his breath and silently waits. The ghost lays down right next to him, and breathes heavily.

"What is that?" The guardian whispered, as he peaks around the corner,

"All you need to know is that it's an alien who wants to kill us. Quick, grab a weapon, any weapon! The Eliksni have a great sense of smell and will find us any minute now, even in the dark!"

"Wait, wait, Eliksni? What's that? I'm not really understanding wha-"

"Here, look, here's a gun! Now go shoot that guy so we can get the hell outta here!"

The guardian reluctantly slid the gun off the table. Studying it, it seems to be a 'heavy pistol' of some sort. It has a revolver like barrel, but was built sturdier and heavier than a revolver. It's bullet caliber is much larger as well.

"That's a Duke Mk.34, a legendary-grade hand cannon. Pick it up and use it. It already loaded it for you, so get going!"

"Wait, legendary-grade? What? Why is it called Duke Mk.34? Who-"

"Do you always ask this many questions? Look, the alien's about to show up, so just stop yapping and start-"

The marauder suddenly appeared behind the ghost, grabbing her and shoving her onto its belt. The ghost cried out, and the guardian ran after it. The marauder, knowing it can't win against a guardian, even a new one by itself, ran and scurried away as fast as it could. The guardian, persistent and still confused, fired a stray shot, which wounded the marauder's leg. Screaming out in pain, the marauder stopped in its tracks. The problems weren't over from there though.

In fact, they had just begun.

The other Eliksni heard a loud gunshot, which a marauder wouldn't fire, then they heard a marauder screaming out in pain. Arming themselves, they got into a defensive circle formation and moved towards the sound. Knowing it was a guardian, the captain was hesitant to let his whole troop march forward, so he sent the other marauders to check it out.

The remaining four marauders, cloaked with their invisibility, made their way to the tunnel, only to find nothing. They found the body of the dead marauder, which was believed to be shot twice and then repeatedly stabbed. Its equipment was all gone, including its clothes. The marauders buried the body there, and went back to report to the captain.

The captain announced that they couldn't have gone far. Looking at the footprints and light trails left behind by the ghost, he deducted that they were probably going into the shipyard to steal a ship, or a sparrow, or some way of transportation. He knew a shortcut, so they would try and ambush him there. The rest of the Eliksni nodded and followed the captain.

The captain grinned under his mask.

The hunt was on.

The guardian, out of breath, sat inside of an old, rusty car in the cosmodrome. Panting, he looked to the ghost, who was generating magazines that she had analized. So far, they've made about 9 clips, which was more than enough. Fatigued from light exhaust, she fell on his lap and laid there. Neither of them said anything for what seemed like minutes.

It was the ghost who first spoke.

"So, you remember your name?"

"Hmm?"

"I said, do you remember your name?"

"Well, uh, I guess I could try remembering?"

The ghost just sighed. This guy was hopeless. And here she thought he was a catch. The guardian sat and pondered for a moment. What was his name? When thinking of his name, he could only think of a deck of playing cards. What types of cards were there again? Diamonds, Clovers, Hearts, Spades.

Suddenly, something clicked inside his brain.

Ace.

His name was Ace.

"I think it's Ace."

"You think? Well, I suppose if it's the only name you can remember. Nice ta' meet ya, Ace."

"Well now that I've given you my name, wouldn't it only be fair to give yours?"

"Ghost-25"

"Well, that name certainly isn't very attractive."

"Got a problem with it, hotshot?"

"I mean, yea. But it's not like I could change your name for you."

"You can, since you well, technically own me…"

A short silence befell the both of them as they pondered what the ghost just said.

"Wait wait wait, own you? I barely know you-"

"You're my guardian, so I guess your more of like a partner? Right, yea, that sounds a lot better than owning me. Ok, your my partner."

"Ok, lemme get this straight. I OWN, you?"

"No, you don't! But your allowed to change my name."

"But," sighing, the guardian just shook his head. "Nevermind. I guess I'll come up with a name for you."

Studying the ghost's outside, he tried to think of a name that goes with her attitude and appearance.

"Quit staring buddy, my eye is right here."

"Very funny. Now, about your name."

The ghost tried to hide her anticipation, since it was the first time a guardian actually bothered to give her a name, even if they were on the run from fallen scavengers. Holding her excitement back, she sat there quietly as he thought.

"Well, you gonna say it?"

"Well aren't you impatient. Guess Ghost-25 will just have to do for now."

"Wait! No! I was kidding, please, take that back, I don't wanna be named Ghost-25!"

"Alright, Alright. Quit your complaining. I'm not very good with names, so, how about Dia?"

The ghost's eye opened wide. She was actually pleased. It was a pleasant name and it would be something to set her apart from other rookie ghosts. Unable to hold her excitement, she started making circles in the air.

"I thought, you know, since it's short for diamond, and well, your shell reminds me of a- What are you doing?"

Taken aback, her mind comes back to reality, coughing, she tried to look aloof and calm, like it wasn't totally a big deal for her.

"Oh yeah, well uh, it's nice, I guess."

"If you don't like it, we can always change it…"

"N-no! I like it, it's a pleasant name! Plus, I wouldn't want to bother you, making you think of another name and all that and-"

As the ghost began rambling, the guardian observed his surroundings. His body felt strange. He hasn't really moved around in 100 years. By human standards, he was only 20, which is young for a guardian, who usually live up to 300 years old. By now though, he was pretty much done growing. Getting annoyed at the ghost's rambles, he balls up a fist and hits her hard on the soft part of her shell.

"Ow! Hey! I was complimenting your naming skills!"

"Yeah, Yeah, save it for later. You sticking with the name Dia?"

"...Yes…"

"Alright. Now can you explain everything to me?"

"Not yet, not until we're safe. But for now, maybe you can take some comfort in this. We are partners. I'll always be by your side, and you'll always be by mine. There are others like you, and there is a safe haven for them, but to get there, we'll need to get a ship."

"Hold on, always? Define always, and who said I'd be your partner?"

"But, you gave me a name, and you saved me from the Eliksni and-"

"You're jumping to too many conclusions, little lady."

The ghost, about to burst into tears, turns her back to the guardian. The guardian on the other hand, was having a good laugh. Trying so hard not to laugh that he was actually on the brink of tears, he taps her on the tip of her shell.

"What."

"I'm sorry. I was only joking. You were the one who literally brought me back to life after all."

The ghost turns around, still pouting and furious. "You really mean it?"

"I do. I'll be your partner. But first, define always."

"Always means always. Until we both die."

"Holy shit, that's a lot of commitment. You really wanna stick with a guy like me?"

"Language! And yes, I do."

"Alright then. I'm glad I met you today, Dia. Let's shake on our new partnership"

If the ghost could smile, she'd be brimming right now. Taking one end of her shell and meeting the guardian's hand, she shakes on it.

"From now on, you'll have to call me Dia. I'm very needy, so you'll have to fit all my requirements, you promise?"

"I solemnly swear that I will not take care of you if you are too expensive and I will abandon you at the first sight of danger."

"Wha- hey! That's not what we agreed upon!"

Laughing and full of smiles, Ace grabs Dia and ties her to the belt he stole from the marauder.

"Ace! Don't ignore me! You moron, without me, you'll die here! I should've left you in that stasis pod while I had the chance! Ace! Are you listening!?"

Ace climbed up onto the car just as the sun was rising. It's been a full day since Dia had first came to the cosmodrome. Taking a breath of fresh air for the first time in ages, he cracks knuckles and stands triumphantly on top of the rusted old car.

His legend was about to start.

But first,

"Hey Dia, I'm actually pretty hungry. You know where we can get food?"

"You're honestly so hopeless! I'll show you a ramen shop after we get back to the tower, so just get me to a broadcasting signal and I'll call for help from the tower."

"Tower? What's that?"

"A place you'll go to very soon, Ace, very soon."

But that, is a story for another time.